By the third bell of the afternoon, the city of Sunspire had become an open, boundless festival of human liberation. The four colossal gates of the city stood wide open, guarded not by black-robed zealots with poisoned crossbows, but by mixed squads of northern legionnaires and southern city guards who greeted arriving provincial refugees with warm bread, fresh apples, and flagons of sweet well-water. The barricades that had divided the…
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